St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-30
ONE DAY.
The STORY of a Holman Duel.

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clothes, with knapsack on his back.
stood by the obelisk near the Pincian
mn Oh Rome one summer evening and
Watcied the procession of carriages re-
turning from the public garden.
AS he stands there looking at the gilt
teTihg throng dog-cart, driven by a
TALL aristocratic looking man. is seen
approaching, and the young man sud
denly becomes interested in beautiful
| female face crowned with reddish gold
nalr IN the carriage. He does not oh
serve as he gazeS that he is in the way
OF the carriage until he is called to him
sell by receiving cut in the face from
Ihe whip OF the man who is driving. 1t
leaves crimson line. The young man
| a by-stander:
Who is that man?"
The Prince Borghese.'
And the lady in the carriage?n
Ihe Princess Vera, his future wife,
An, thanks" he says, and walks to
one OF the four fountains at thesbase of
the great obelisk and bathes his face in
the water.
:, That evening there is ball at the
russian embassy. The Prince Borghese
ana the Princess Vera are there. stroll
Ing through the Illuminated gardens
WIN tlIC trees Ol IUc
park.
A shadow comes out of the darkness
ana stands III their path The prince
looks up, angry at the Interruption: the
princess, to, looks and gives an involun-
tary start.
'Well, sir, what can we do for you?"
says yyS the prince, impatiently.
Inc stranger turns his face in the
moonlight, and the prince sees a red
line across it, as he answers:
1.-The prince was kind enough to give
me this" pointing to his face, as he
| passed me this afternoon. | have come
10 return 1t or demand a meeting.''
;, Slr,. he answers, ''do you imagine
the Prince Borghese would soil his
hands with fighting with any adventurer
that may present himself?''
beware, sir" says the young man,
excitedly, show you keep on adding
your insults. You refuse? You will not
spare the princess the pain of seeing me
strike you before all these people. You
refuse to meet me, so be it. Am I'M
known? Ask the princess if she knows
me. think she did once, if she has not
forgotten
The prince, livid and furious. turns TO
the latter, who has drawn little to one
SIDE and IS leaning against the ballus-
trace, calm witness to the scene
is TINS true?" says the prince; ''dO
you know this man, Vera?''
Yes, once" she answers. in low
voice.
''Ah, that alters it's he says turning
to the stranger. II am entirely at YOUR
service when you WILL
Tomorrow, then, by sunrise, at the
Borghese gardens"
AS the stranger is entering his lodging
mouse that evening, sick at heart, a SER
want in the livery of Princess Vera ap-
proacheS him and hands him a letter
from her. lie tears it open excitedly
and reads:
Raphael: Once spurned your love.
have since found out my mistake and
ask your pardon. The prince is nothing
to me and you are everything. You
Will meet tomorrow one of the best
shots in Europe. But L hope you will
llye-live for me. VERA"
That is all! But it fills him with de-
licious rapture. He wished to die, but
now he will live for her.
AT O'Clock the next morning dusty,
bare-headed young man rushed up the
steps of palace in the Via Condotti.
He asks at once for the Princess Vera
and is admitted to her boudoir.
''YOu here and alive ~ is the eXclama-
ton, as she sees RaphaeIs face.
Yes. Vera. | shot the princer'
what! You shot the Prince Bor-
ghese?"
Eyes. He is dangerously wounded. 1
am safe. l have your love. We have
nothing :. but happiness now no
what do you mean?" she says,
coldly.
'sWhati Have you forgotten? Do not
trlfie with me, Vera. l know you do not
mean it, but it pains me. Come, sit
here and tell me that you love me
again."
She turns from him.
Glove you'll You are mistaken, I
never loved you an instant"
''Ah. Vera! stop, beg!" he exclaims,
as each word cuts him like knife.
"WOuld you like to know the truth?"
she says.
Yes" he answers, vague feeling of
future grief coming over him.
Last night l told you that 1 loved
you. knew you were to meet the
prince this morning. l was sure that
you would be killed. So, as they make
the last hours on earth as pleasant as
possible to a condemned man, l decided
to make yours. 1t would dome no harm,
as you would soon die and die happy.
regarded you as already dead-a SOU
venir. That iSssthe reason of what L
wrote you last night. | am sorry was
mistaken, and am forced to undeceiye
you"
Raphael trembles as she proceeds and
turns CHASTITY pale.
so that l had been shot this morning.
1t would have been more merciful than
this! Have you nothing more to say,
Vera?' he gasped.
Every little, except go This inter-
view is extremely disagreeable. Go,
and never let me see you again. You
have, perhaps, killed the man who was
more to me than you ever were or ever
could be. Go! You have wronged me.
But for you I should have been the
Princess Borghese in short time, rich
and courted. You, perhaps, have de-
stroyed it all! The mere sight of you is
repulsive to mel"
leaves her.